"Are you sure you can keep up, Grandpa?" William teased, glancing over at Chronos. His mentor might have been an old man, but his stature was robust, even if he was just a touch shorter than William himself. Chronos had a head full of short, white hair that sparkled under the moonlight, giving him an ethereal aura.
A few creases marked his handsome face, speaking volumes about the wisdom he'd gathered over the years. William couldn't help but wonder how much more striking Chronos must have been in his youth.
With the sound of wooden sandals tapping against the ground, Chronos moved effortlessly in his simple black clothes. His athletic build was still intact, revealing the strength that lay beneath his skin. The skin, although slightly tanned, bore several old scars of varying sizes, stark reminders of his turbulent past filled with numerous battles. These battle scars added a sense of profound character to his visage.